Chapter Nine
"The Wronski Feint"
Harry woke up the next morning at dawn, he went through the dorms waking up his teammates. He wanted everyone to stretch and wake up before breakfast. His stomach was flying circles, he wished that his first match didn't have to be against Cho. Harry guided his team down to the Great Hall for breakfast, talking strategies and Quidditch theories. They all sat down at the Gryffindor table in their scarlet and gold robes with their broomsticks at their sides. Ginny, Hermione, and Colin Creevey had come down to breakfast with them so they would be sure to get good seats. Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione sat holding hands while they ate, he didn't see why, since they were both right handed. The team picked at their breakfast too excited to really eat anything, when suddenly an owl came swooping through the rafters. "Hey, it's Hermes, Percy's owl," said George. They watched as he landed next to Fred and held out his leg for Fred to retrieve the scroll. Fred untied the letter and Hermes flew away. George grabbed it and read aloud: Dearest Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, (George rolled his eyes) I am writing to you to invite you to my wedding. Yes, I have indeed become engaged to marry Penelope Clearwater. The date of our Wedding will be December twentieth of this year. I'm sure you will be able to attend as your Christmas holiday begins on the nineteenth. Harry and Hermione are welcome to attend with one guest each if they would like. See you then. Sincerely with love from your brother,
Percy
The Weasleys at the table all looked at each other and said, "BLIMEY!" in unison. "So Percy's finally snapped. He's lost his mind he has, he's a complete nutter!" Fred said as he stirred his porridge. Ron nodded and Hermione jabbed him in the side with her elbow. "I think it's romantic," she said and Ginny nodded. "Well, leave it to a lot of girls to think marriage is romantic," snorted George. "Where d'ya reckon they're going to live? At the burrow? I tell ya, Percy's gone mad, he has. He's gone and worked too many hours at the ministry, they've driven him to this madness!" Hermione scoffed. She and Ginny frowned and crossed their arms. Just then Colin's camera burst open and film shot into Harry's orange juice. Harry glowered at him. "Colin," Harry started angrily, but then he just left it at that and pushed his orange juice away. "Sorry 'bout that Harry, all right?" Colin grinned at Harry the way he always did. Harry wished that Colin would find someone else to idolize, Harry wasn't up to the challenge. "I'll be right back, I have to go and get more film, don't leave without me," he said in a cheerful annoying way. As Colin marched up the marble staircase and the group watched him, Ron said, "Let's get out of here before the little wretch gets back!" Ron sniggered then he realized that Colin's little brother Dennis was on the team. Dennis looked hurt by Ron's remark. Ron sputtered, "I was only joking, Dennis." though he looked thoroughly guilty. They decided that they would go on out to the Quidditch pitch and talk over some strategies for a little while and get warmed up. Harry was really worried about playing against Cho but he didn't dare let on how he was feeling, he knew that the team would think he was whipped. Instead he turned to Ron and talked while they were walking down to the pitch. "So, Ron, how'd it go with Hermione last night?" he asked. Ron turned red and he kind of shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh, you know. We danced until the Ball was over then we headed back to the common room. I walked her to the bottom of the girl's dormitory staircase and then." he turned an even more prominent shade of red, "we kissed." Harry smiled then he sniggered. "What?" Ron asked embarrassed. "I bet you and Cho kissed, why is it funny that Hermione and I did?" Harry grinned and said, "I'm just glad you two finally kissed and made up." Then they both started laughing and Hermione glanced over at them suspiciously. When they made it down to the locker room, Harry had decided to give them a pep talk.even though he secretly knew he was the one who needed the pep talk. Earlier in the week he had gotten some fibertuber fibers from Professor sprout and had intertwined them with a large piece of parchment. He had bewitched it to look like seven little dots, like on the marauder's map, and the dots were individually labeled. One dot was Alicia, one was Katie, one was Dennis, one was Ron, one was Fred, one was George, and one was Harry. Then by using his wand, Harry manipulated the dots to perform extravagant and well thought out plays. They all studied the map for about an hour and they heard the excited sounds of hundreds of students making their way out onto the pitch. Harry looked around the locker room. "Well, this is it.Let's go, team!" Harry shouted and led the team out onto the field and they mounted their brooms and began to circle the stadium. Excited cheers rang throughout the stadium. Colin Creevey sat snapping pictures of Harry and Dennis, he couldn't wait to send the photos to their dad. Harry could see Madam Hooch carrying the crate full of Quidditch balls out to the center of the field. He looked around and saw Cho circling around her end's goal hoops. That nervous sick feeling crept over him again. He wanted to win so badly, but he was so afraid to beat Cho. He had beaten her before, but that was .well. before. He looked back down at the field when he heard Madam Hooch blow her whistle. All the players took their places. Harry could hear Lee Jordan beginning to announce the game. "All right, it's the first match of the season. Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw! We're seeing young Harry Potter captain his first game ever! I'm sure he'll do well!" 'Young' Harry thought.what is he playing at? Then the bludgers were released followed by the snitch and the Quaffle. Harry tried to see where the snitch went right away. He wanted to get this game over with as soon as possible. Players were zooming around past him, he'd almost forgotten what a rush it is to play. A bludger flew past his ear and he heard George shout that he would get it. Harry flew up higher than everyone else, searching for the snitch. He noticed that Cho had begun to shadow him. For some reason he didn't exactly know why, he decided to try the Wronski Feint move that he'd seen Viktor Krum use at the Quidditch World Cup. He zipped downward at full speed, he looked behind him, and Cho had fallen for it, she thought he saw the snitch! He kept going full speed heading straight toward the ground, Cho at his heels. At the last second before they hit the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive and swooped back up toward the sky. Harry looked back down to see what happened and he saw Cho sprawled on the ground, her broomstick sticking vertically out of the ground. He panicked. He shot straight back toward the ground and landed at her side, as the whistle blew. She was unconscious. Madam Hooch landed beside them and said, "What were you playing at, Potter? That move is too advanced to play around with in a house game." Harry was speechless. He was petrified. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He began to sweat. The noisy crowd had gone quiet. He looked up and saw that all the Slytherins had worn their 'Potter Stinks' buttons and were flashing them at him. He felt as though he could cry but he wouldn't let himself. Cho came to, and blushed. After about fifteen minutes, she decided that she could go on playing, though when she looked at Harry he thought he could see hurt in her eyes. Play resumed and he was circling up high again, he was shaken up quite a bit. A bludger hit the tail of his broom and knocked him about fifteen feet downward. He could hear Lee Jordan, "Katie Bell to Alicia Spinnet to Katie Bell to Ron Weasley. he scores! That makes it thirty to zero, Gryffindor!" Harry kept his eye out for that little flitter of gold. Then he saw it! It was hovering over Dennis Creevey's third goal hoop. Harry shot with a burst of speed toward Dennis. Dennis saw Harry zooming toward him and ducked and let in a Ravenclaw goal, but it was too late. Harry had caught the snitch. He didn't circle with the snitch, he didn't celebrate, he just landed and gave the snitch to Madam Hooch. The final score had been Gryffindor One Hundred and Eighty points to Ravenclaw Ten. He felt miserable. He went back to the locker room in a terrible state. Ron caught up with him as he was making his way to the castle. "Don't worry about it, Harry. You didn't know she couldn't handle it, you were playing strategy. That's all. Don't let it bother you, mate." "Ron, I could have seriously hurt her! I can't believe I would do such a thing. Especially to Cho.I should have waited to try it out on Malfoy, he would deserve to get hurt. I don't know what to say to her." Harry shook his head and went back to the dormitories. He changed into a pair of Dudley's old khakis and a giant sweatshirt and lay down on his bed for a while. He could hear the rest of Gryffindor celebrating the victory down in the common room, but he couldn't bear to have someone congratulate him. The next day was Sunday, and Harry decided to stay in bed until lunchtime. He was still wearing Dudley's old clothes, so he just threw on a black Hogwarts' robe over them. He slowly went down to the common room and Ron and Hermione both went to his side. "Harry, are you all right? We were getting worried about you," Hermione said. "Ron was about to come and wake you up and make you come downstairs. Oh, Harry, you're all pale and you have dark circles around your eyes. You mustn't feel guilty. After all, Harry, she was all right, and she knows as well as you do that Quidditch is a rough sport!" Harry nodded. He supposed that Hermione was right. He had thought about it a lot last night and he decided that everyone makes a bad choice once in a while. It was just his turn yesterday. As they went down to lunch, the Gryffindor raised their goblets to Harry when they saw him. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and saw a lot of scowls at the sight of him. He saw one of Cho's girlfriends sitting at the end of the table and went over to her. "Hey, where is Cho? I need to talk to her," Harry said as she looked up at him with a look of disgust. "She spent the night in the hospital wing," the girl told him. His heart fell, he really had hurt her. He rushed out of the Great Hall and ran up toward the hospital wing. Filch stopped him for a minute to yell at him about running in the halls and took five points from Gryffindor. Once Filch was out of sight again, Harry ran the rest of the way to the hospital wing. He saw Cho sitting up in one of the beds at the end of the room, reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six. Madam Pomfrey let him in but said he could stay only for a few minutes. He walked down toward Cho and she looked up to see who was there. She closed her book as he stood next to her bed and pulled up a stool to sit down. "Cho," he began, "I'm so sorry about yesterday, it's all I've been able to think about. I don't know what I was thinking, I just went into the dive, I just- I." he looked down as a single tear dropped from his right eye. She put her hand on his and told him that she was fine. "They're just keeping me here until tomorrow morning, because I fainted. I'm okay, Harry, you mustn't worry so much. I forgive you." She said sweetly. He smiled at her and bent down and kissed her forehead. He felt so relieved like a weight had been lifted. Madam Pomfrey came over and said it was time for Harry to go, so he gave Cho's hand one last squeeze and headed back down to the Great Hall. For the first time since Friday night, he felt hungry. As he walked down the hallway, Malfoy stepped out from the boys' lavatory. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter." Malfoy said with hatred in his voice. He smiled evilly at Harry. "You know, Potter, I had almost given up my thoughts of you being a disturbed young man, like Rita Skeeter had written last year, but after yesterday." Malfoy circled Harry like a shark. "I never dreamed you'd try to kill your own girlfriend. Maybe you should have been in Slytherin after all." Harry glared at Malfoy. "I wouldn't be in Slytherin if you paid me, Malfoy. And I didn't try to kill anyone, I just got carried away." Harry spat. Malfoy looked smug. "Well, it certainly looked like you were trying to kill her, Potter, ask anyone! You should be expelled for that move you did. That would knock the smile off your face wouldn't it?" Harry wasn't smiling. "Oh.I forgot, they are always stretching and bending rules for you, aren't they? If anyone else tried the Wronski Feint, they'd have been thrown out on their arse. But if you do it, well that makes it just fine." Malfoy bent down a bit so Harry could hear him loud and clear. "I can't wait a couple more months, Potter, because we're planning a surprise for you. Then you won't be so smug." With that, he turned and walked down the hall, his black robes sweeping behind him. Harry wondered what Malfoy was talking about. A surprise for him, he didn't like the sound of that. In a couple of months? In a couple of months it would be December. The only thing in December was Percy's wedding. He went back to the Great Hall and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. They asked him how Cho was doing and he told them that she was fine and had forgiven him. "Ron? Where is Percy's wedding going to be held?" Harry asked as he piled a couple chicken legs onto his plate. Ron shrugged his shoulders and looked down the table for George or Fred. "Oi! Fred! Where is Percy's wedding going to be held?" Ron shouted down the table. Fred looked down at Harry and Ron. "It's going to be at the Burrow as far as I know," Fred shouted back, then he turned back to his food fight with Lee Jordan. Harry looked at Ron, with a bit of worry in his eyes. He wondered if it had anything to do with the dream that he had before he had gone to the Weasleys. This time he really did decide to write Sirius, as soon as he finished lunch. Once he returned to the common room, he pulled out a scroll of parchment and his eagle quill. He dipped the quill in his bottle of ink and wrote: Dear Sirius, I didn't write to you when this first happened though now I fear that I should have. The day I went to the Weasleys, I had a nightmare, the kind that makes my scar hurt. I was dreaming that I was at the Weasley's house, up in Ron's room. I was looking out the window, and all of the Weasleys were down in the back yard in a row. Suddenly, I saw a lot of death eaters stepping out of the darkness, followed by Voldemort. They asked for me, and the Weasleys wouldn't allow Voldemort to get to me. Then the death eaters put the cruciatus curse on all of the Weasleys. Then they asked for me again, and again they wouldn't allow Voldemort to get to me. So Voldemort performed the killing curse on Mrs. Weasley, then I lost sight of them for a moment because of the pain in my scar, but when I looked up again, the death eaters performed the killing curse on all of the Weasleys. I screamed and woke up with my scar burning really badly. Now, Draco Malfoy has told me that "they" are planning a surprise for me in a couple of months. And Percy Weasley is getting married at the Burrow in December, and I'm afraid of my dream coming true again. Please tell me what to do, Sirius, I'm really scared for the Weasleys. Sincerely, Harry Harry rolled up the parchment just as Ron and Hermione had come over. Ron asked what it was, but Harry just told him it was a letter to Sirius to tell him that he was going to Ron's for Christmas. Ron Okayed it and they walked together to the owlery. He wanted to tell Hermione about the dream, but he couldn't tell Ron, he just couldn't. When they reached the owlery, Harry found Hedwig sleeping on a near perch. He walked over and stroked her awake. "Hiya, girl. I need you to deliver this to Sirius, okay? It's very important, Hedwig. Make sure he gets it." Harry told her as he tied it to her leg. He watched her fly out the window. He wanted to hear from Sirius right now, he thought. As they walked back to the common room, Ron told Harry that the next weekend they would be allowed to visit Hogsmeade on Saturday. Harry looked bright at this thought and decided he would ask Cho to make it a date to go with him.
"The Wronski Feint"
Harry woke up the next morning at dawn, he went through the dorms waking up his teammates. He wanted everyone to stretch and wake up before breakfast. His stomach was flying circles, he wished that his first match didn't have to be against Cho. Harry guided his team down to the Great Hall for breakfast, talking strategies and Quidditch theories. They all sat down at the Gryffindor table in their scarlet and gold robes with their broomsticks at their sides. Ginny, Hermione, and Colin Creevey had come down to breakfast with them so they would be sure to get good seats. Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione sat holding hands while they ate, he didn't see why, since they were both right handed. The team picked at their breakfast too excited to really eat anything, when suddenly an owl came swooping through the rafters. "Hey, it's Hermes, Percy's owl," said George. They watched as he landed next to Fred and held out his leg for Fred to retrieve the scroll. Fred untied the letter and Hermes flew away. George grabbed it and read aloud: Dearest Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, (George rolled his eyes) I am writing to you to invite you to my wedding. Yes, I have indeed become engaged to marry Penelope Clearwater. The date of our Wedding will be December twentieth of this year. I'm sure you will be able to attend as your Christmas holiday begins on the nineteenth. Harry and Hermione are welcome to attend with one guest each if they would like. See you then. Sincerely with love from your brother,
Percy
The Weasleys at the table all looked at each other and said, "BLIMEY!" in unison. "So Percy's finally snapped. He's lost his mind he has, he's a complete nutter!" Fred said as he stirred his porridge. Ron nodded and Hermione jabbed him in the side with her elbow. "I think it's romantic," she said and Ginny nodded. "Well, leave it to a lot of girls to think marriage is romantic," snorted George. "Where d'ya reckon they're going to live? At the burrow? I tell ya, Percy's gone mad, he has. He's gone and worked too many hours at the ministry, they've driven him to this madness!" Hermione scoffed. She and Ginny frowned and crossed their arms. Just then Colin's camera burst open and film shot into Harry's orange juice. Harry glowered at him. "Colin," Harry started angrily, but then he just left it at that and pushed his orange juice away. "Sorry 'bout that Harry, all right?" Colin grinned at Harry the way he always did. Harry wished that Colin would find someone else to idolize, Harry wasn't up to the challenge. "I'll be right back, I have to go and get more film, don't leave without me," he said in a cheerful annoying way. As Colin marched up the marble staircase and the group watched him, Ron said, "Let's get out of here before the little wretch gets back!" Ron sniggered then he realized that Colin's little brother Dennis was on the team. Dennis looked hurt by Ron's remark. Ron sputtered, "I was only joking, Dennis." though he looked thoroughly guilty. They decided that they would go on out to the Quidditch pitch and talk over some strategies for a little while and get warmed up. Harry was really worried about playing against Cho but he didn't dare let on how he was feeling, he knew that the team would think he was whipped. Instead he turned to Ron and talked while they were walking down to the pitch. "So, Ron, how'd it go with Hermione last night?" he asked. Ron turned red and he kind of shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh, you know. We danced until the Ball was over then we headed back to the common room. I walked her to the bottom of the girl's dormitory staircase and then." he turned an even more prominent shade of red, "we kissed." Harry smiled then he sniggered. "What?" Ron asked embarrassed. "I bet you and Cho kissed, why is it funny that Hermione and I did?" Harry grinned and said, "I'm just glad you two finally kissed and made up." Then they both started laughing and Hermione glanced over at them suspiciously. When they made it down to the locker room, Harry had decided to give them a pep talk.even though he secretly knew he was the one who needed the pep talk. Earlier in the week he had gotten some fibertuber fibers from Professor sprout and had intertwined them with a large piece of parchment. He had bewitched it to look like seven little dots, like on the marauder's map, and the dots were individually labeled. One dot was Alicia, one was Katie, one was Dennis, one was Ron, one was Fred, one was George, and one was Harry. Then by using his wand, Harry manipulated the dots to perform extravagant and well thought out plays. They all studied the map for about an hour and they heard the excited sounds of hundreds of students making their way out onto the pitch. Harry looked around the locker room. "Well, this is it.Let's go, team!" Harry shouted and led the team out onto the field and they mounted their brooms and began to circle the stadium. Excited cheers rang throughout the stadium. Colin Creevey sat snapping pictures of Harry and Dennis, he couldn't wait to send the photos to their dad. Harry could see Madam Hooch carrying the crate full of Quidditch balls out to the center of the field. He looked around and saw Cho circling around her end's goal hoops. That nervous sick feeling crept over him again. He wanted to win so badly, but he was so afraid to beat Cho. He had beaten her before, but that was .well. before. He looked back down at the field when he heard Madam Hooch blow her whistle. All the players took their places. Harry could hear Lee Jordan beginning to announce the game. "All right, it's the first match of the season. Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw! We're seeing young Harry Potter captain his first game ever! I'm sure he'll do well!" 'Young' Harry thought.what is he playing at? Then the bludgers were released followed by the snitch and the Quaffle. Harry tried to see where the snitch went right away. He wanted to get this game over with as soon as possible. Players were zooming around past him, he'd almost forgotten what a rush it is to play. A bludger flew past his ear and he heard George shout that he would get it. Harry flew up higher than everyone else, searching for the snitch. He noticed that Cho had begun to shadow him. For some reason he didn't exactly know why, he decided to try the Wronski Feint move that he'd seen Viktor Krum use at the Quidditch World Cup. He zipped downward at full speed, he looked behind him, and Cho had fallen for it, she thought he saw the snitch! He kept going full speed heading straight toward the ground, Cho at his heels. At the last second before they hit the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive and swooped back up toward the sky. Harry looked back down to see what happened and he saw Cho sprawled on the ground, her broomstick sticking vertically out of the ground. He panicked. He shot straight back toward the ground and landed at her side, as the whistle blew. She was unconscious. Madam Hooch landed beside them and said, "What were you playing at, Potter? That move is too advanced to play around with in a house game." Harry was speechless. He was petrified. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He began to sweat. The noisy crowd had gone quiet. He looked up and saw that all the Slytherins had worn their 'Potter Stinks' buttons and were flashing them at him. He felt as though he could cry but he wouldn't let himself. Cho came to, and blushed. After about fifteen minutes, she decided that she could go on playing, though when she looked at Harry he thought he could see hurt in her eyes. Play resumed and he was circling up high again, he was shaken up quite a bit. A bludger hit the tail of his broom and knocked him about fifteen feet downward. He could hear Lee Jordan, "Katie Bell to Alicia Spinnet to Katie Bell to Ron Weasley. he scores! That makes it thirty to zero, Gryffindor!" Harry kept his eye out for that little flitter of gold. Then he saw it! It was hovering over Dennis Creevey's third goal hoop. Harry shot with a burst of speed toward Dennis. Dennis saw Harry zooming toward him and ducked and let in a Ravenclaw goal, but it was too late. Harry had caught the snitch. He didn't circle with the snitch, he didn't celebrate, he just landed and gave the snitch to Madam Hooch. The final score had been Gryffindor One Hundred and Eighty points to Ravenclaw Ten. He felt miserable. He went back to the locker room in a terrible state. Ron caught up with him as he was making his way to the castle. "Don't worry about it, Harry. You didn't know she couldn't handle it, you were playing strategy. That's all. Don't let it bother you, mate." "Ron, I could have seriously hurt her! I can't believe I would do such a thing. Especially to Cho.I should have waited to try it out on Malfoy, he would deserve to get hurt. I don't know what to say to her." Harry shook his head and went back to the dormitories. He changed into a pair of Dudley's old khakis and a giant sweatshirt and lay down on his bed for a while. He could hear the rest of Gryffindor celebrating the victory down in the common room, but he couldn't bear to have someone congratulate him. The next day was Sunday, and Harry decided to stay in bed until lunchtime. He was still wearing Dudley's old clothes, so he just threw on a black Hogwarts' robe over them. He slowly went down to the common room and Ron and Hermione both went to his side. "Harry, are you all right? We were getting worried about you," Hermione said. "Ron was about to come and wake you up and make you come downstairs. Oh, Harry, you're all pale and you have dark circles around your eyes. You mustn't feel guilty. After all, Harry, she was all right, and she knows as well as you do that Quidditch is a rough sport!" Harry nodded. He supposed that Hermione was right. He had thought about it a lot last night and he decided that everyone makes a bad choice once in a while. It was just his turn yesterday. As they went down to lunch, the Gryffindor raised their goblets to Harry when they saw him. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and saw a lot of scowls at the sight of him. He saw one of Cho's girlfriends sitting at the end of the table and went over to her. "Hey, where is Cho? I need to talk to her," Harry said as she looked up at him with a look of disgust. "She spent the night in the hospital wing," the girl told him. His heart fell, he really had hurt her. He rushed out of the Great Hall and ran up toward the hospital wing. Filch stopped him for a minute to yell at him about running in the halls and took five points from Gryffindor. Once Filch was out of sight again, Harry ran the rest of the way to the hospital wing. He saw Cho sitting up in one of the beds at the end of the room, reading The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six. Madam Pomfrey let him in but said he could stay only for a few minutes. He walked down toward Cho and she looked up to see who was there. She closed her book as he stood next to her bed and pulled up a stool to sit down. "Cho," he began, "I'm so sorry about yesterday, it's all I've been able to think about. I don't know what I was thinking, I just went into the dive, I just- I." he looked down as a single tear dropped from his right eye. She put her hand on his and told him that she was fine. "They're just keeping me here until tomorrow morning, because I fainted. I'm okay, Harry, you mustn't worry so much. I forgive you." She said sweetly. He smiled at her and bent down and kissed her forehead. He felt so relieved like a weight had been lifted. Madam Pomfrey came over and said it was time for Harry to go, so he gave Cho's hand one last squeeze and headed back down to the Great Hall. For the first time since Friday night, he felt hungry. As he walked down the hallway, Malfoy stepped out from the boys' lavatory. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter." Malfoy said with hatred in his voice. He smiled evilly at Harry. "You know, Potter, I had almost given up my thoughts of you being a disturbed young man, like Rita Skeeter had written last year, but after yesterday." Malfoy circled Harry like a shark. "I never dreamed you'd try to kill your own girlfriend. Maybe you should have been in Slytherin after all." Harry glared at Malfoy. "I wouldn't be in Slytherin if you paid me, Malfoy. And I didn't try to kill anyone, I just got carried away." Harry spat. Malfoy looked smug. "Well, it certainly looked like you were trying to kill her, Potter, ask anyone! You should be expelled for that move you did. That would knock the smile off your face wouldn't it?" Harry wasn't smiling. "Oh.I forgot, they are always stretching and bending rules for you, aren't they? If anyone else tried the Wronski Feint, they'd have been thrown out on their arse. But if you do it, well that makes it just fine." Malfoy bent down a bit so Harry could hear him loud and clear. "I can't wait a couple more months, Potter, because we're planning a surprise for you. Then you won't be so smug." With that, he turned and walked down the hall, his black robes sweeping behind him. Harry wondered what Malfoy was talking about. A surprise for him, he didn't like the sound of that. In a couple of months? In a couple of months it would be December. The only thing in December was Percy's wedding. He went back to the Great Hall and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. They asked him how Cho was doing and he told them that she was fine and had forgiven him. "Ron? Where is Percy's wedding going to be held?" Harry asked as he piled a couple chicken legs onto his plate. Ron shrugged his shoulders and looked down the table for George or Fred. "Oi! Fred! Where is Percy's wedding going to be held?" Ron shouted down the table. Fred looked down at Harry and Ron. "It's going to be at the Burrow as far as I know," Fred shouted back, then he turned back to his food fight with Lee Jordan. Harry looked at Ron, with a bit of worry in his eyes. He wondered if it had anything to do with the dream that he had before he had gone to the Weasleys. This time he really did decide to write Sirius, as soon as he finished lunch. Once he returned to the common room, he pulled out a scroll of parchment and his eagle quill. He dipped the quill in his bottle of ink and wrote: Dear Sirius, I didn't write to you when this first happened though now I fear that I should have. The day I went to the Weasleys, I had a nightmare, the kind that makes my scar hurt. I was dreaming that I was at the Weasley's house, up in Ron's room. I was looking out the window, and all of the Weasleys were down in the back yard in a row. Suddenly, I saw a lot of death eaters stepping out of the darkness, followed by Voldemort. They asked for me, and the Weasleys wouldn't allow Voldemort to get to me. Then the death eaters put the cruciatus curse on all of the Weasleys. Then they asked for me again, and again they wouldn't allow Voldemort to get to me. So Voldemort performed the killing curse on Mrs. Weasley, then I lost sight of them for a moment because of the pain in my scar, but when I looked up again, the death eaters performed the killing curse on all of the Weasleys. I screamed and woke up with my scar burning really badly. Now, Draco Malfoy has told me that "they" are planning a surprise for me in a couple of months. And Percy Weasley is getting married at the Burrow in December, and I'm afraid of my dream coming true again. Please tell me what to do, Sirius, I'm really scared for the Weasleys. Sincerely, Harry Harry rolled up the parchment just as Ron and Hermione had come over. Ron asked what it was, but Harry just told him it was a letter to Sirius to tell him that he was going to Ron's for Christmas. Ron Okayed it and they walked together to the owlery. He wanted to tell Hermione about the dream, but he couldn't tell Ron, he just couldn't. When they reached the owlery, Harry found Hedwig sleeping on a near perch. He walked over and stroked her awake. "Hiya, girl. I need you to deliver this to Sirius, okay? It's very important, Hedwig. Make sure he gets it." Harry told her as he tied it to her leg. He watched her fly out the window. He wanted to hear from Sirius right now, he thought. As they walked back to the common room, Ron told Harry that the next weekend they would be allowed to visit Hogsmeade on Saturday. Harry looked bright at this thought and decided he would ask Cho to make it a date to go with him.